A thousand thoughts for every one you shareWould that I were in your headTo know what you hold backWhat thoughts would, you think,Make me reject youAn abomination.Or is it that you hold them becauseOnce uttered they could suffer the same fateAs your dreams and nightmares come to realAloud they gain power and strength until you…
When the gate is openedThe domesticated sheepStay inside the fenceDespite the respiteThey’ve been givenFrom their imprisonment. It makes you wonderIf they found GodAnd believe the rulesStill apply to themOr if they are lambsNaive and nakedReady to be slaughtered.
My dad was so complex, it’s a lot to cover without a seventh inning stretch. (which was created when President William Howard Taft, who was attending a game in 1910 and stood up during the middle of the seventh inning to stretch his legs. Just one last Jimmy-fact for you, except this one is true.)
A little girl’s giggleAnd her fits and tears A woman’s loveAnd her sadness and fears A friendship lostAnd returned through years A sense of integrityAlways being sincere Talking for hoursAnd just being here
Every day (and each night)I wait and hope (and pray)That you are freed (and can be mine)And then I know (and fear)That once you areEverything will change (for better?)And we’ll have all we need (and want)Forever.
I want to cast a spellTo release you from your bondsOr say a prayer for a miracleTo hold your body like a pietaNo words can set you freeNo matter which I chooseTo wax poetic and weave like magicExcept to give comfortWhile I wait, thy will be done.
I'm so grateful that my grandfather is not alive to hear this eulogy. In the first place, he would find it wildly inappropriate that we eulogize him in advance of his death. And secondarily, he would likely write me an extensive missive offering abundant praise and stark criticism for the content, word choice and presentation…
Unshaven, UnkemptIn a plain white undershirtLost in a spreadsheet of manipulation and liesStrategizing to find a battleship that’s probably sailing around the grid instead of following the rules.And my heart still leaps and steals my voice at the first sight of you. Left smiling like an idiot child, dumb and mindless.
If I wanted to trap youI’d build a web of lies. If I wanted to control youI’d keep you hynoptized: If I wanted you to chase me,I’d run serpentine. I just want to love you,And know that you are mine. You know the steps to every danceA woman could use to lure you in, And…
Teach me to dance.You know all the stepsThe approach, the embraceAll the romance The patterns so easyAnd often repeatedBut I’ve never done thisIt feels quite queasy
